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We both had family who was immensely proud of our ballet careers. My parents read everything about me, and so did Nicolai’s family. Neither of us wanted to deal with a sex tape because someone thought any publicity was good publicity.
Yeah, we probably would have gotten some new toxic male fans because they thought we were the ones who released it, but we’d never do that. That could cost my dad votes when election time came, and if Nicolai’s family found out a girl released a sex tape without his permission, they would never find her body.
“Okay, first of all, are you suggesting we film this?” I asked.
I knew she wasn’t, but we needed some ground rules and safe words before we got started. And a change of venue. I liked Arden now, but he, absolutely, could not host a better threesome than I did. I intended to make her scream but as far away from Mrs. Garcia as possible. I didn’t even live next door to her, but I’d had to haul my sweaty dance belts across town to wash them because she was mad at Nyx or her other neighbor.
“Absolutely not. I don’t do nudes either, so don’t ask. Also, sometimes I’ll ask to see it in person and do all kinds of naughty things to it, but I totally don’t want random pics of your dick at any point in time.”
Did we give off random dick pic vibes? I knew plenty of guys did that with total strangers, but I wasn’t that desperate. I didn’t want my private photos splashed on the internet any more than a woman did. If I found out a guy had done that to a woman, I usually beat his ass and left him in a piss-covered alley.
“Arden might, but no one who lives in our apartment does that. We’ve all been asked. Some asshole aggressively harassed BevanBevan to get him to do webcam work. Getting naked and telling thirsty men they are special over cam pays better than ballet. Bevan is open as hell with his kink, but all of us worked our asses off to get where we are. Thereissuch a thing as bad publicity, and none of us are getting canceled over photos we meant for just one set of eyes,” Nicolai said.
“Good. There’s probably a whole host of other shit we need to figure out if we’re going to do this, but we can start by just making out,” Beyla said.
“Nyx sacrificed all her clean bedding for our cuddle pile,” I said. “We should probably move this to our place. The walls in this building are thin. There’s going to be a showdown in the laundry room between a banshee and a bitter human if we disturb Mrs. Garcia, and I’ll never be able to wash my dance belts again.”
“My parents spoke both Spanish and English at home, so I’m fluent in both,” Beyla said. “I understood everything she was screaming through the walls. It was pretty funny. She was rating Arden’s performance and telling me I was faking it. I love Nyx and don’t want to arrest her over bedding, and I can, oddly, vividly picture that going down. I canseeNyx punching me in the face for doing my job. We should definitely move this to your place.”
I raised my hand. “I have silk sheets and the perfect setting in my bedroom.”
“Sold!” Beyla said. “I’m done talking now. I’ll circle back to Marsden and his hair in the morning. Take me to your leader and fuck me.”
I didn’t have super speed like a vampire, but I don’t think I’ve ever moved faster in my entire life.
Chapter13
Beyla
They had taught me every way possible to fight off an incubus and what to expect if one was my target. I didn’t do boyfriends after Derek…until I got here, but I’d also never gone home with an incubus. I was less afraid of the laundry room Nazi next door than I was of bringing a guy home to Kaine’s. That was how men caught on fire.
Merlin’s bedroom wasamazing.Seriously, when he retired from ballet, he could make money as an interior designer. The apartments here were typical New York apartments. They were tiny, but built, when they took a little more care with the extras. The floors were well-maintained hardwood, and there was some decent crown molding on the walls.
I hadn’t done anything to mine, but the landlord must not mind if tenants painted. Merlin had painted his walls a deep red and his bed! The sheets and pillowcases were black silk, and his blankets looked amazingly soft. He didn’t turn the lights on in the room. There were lamps and scented candles everywhere. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla filled the air. I took off running and dove into Merlin’s bed. Before we got started, I just wanted to roll around in it a little.
Merlin elbowed Nicolai.
“Itoldyou my bedroom was better for this than yours.”
“Shut up, Merlin. My bedroom is sexy, too.”
I fanned out like a starfish on Merlin’s bed. Oh, shit, his bed was terrific.
“Who says I don’t plan on doing this again in Nicolai’s bedroom?” I asked.
“Oh, shit,” Merlin groaned.
“Can we join you, or do you want to roll around a bit more?”
“Why don’t you come roll around with me?”
They didn’t need to be asked twice. Nicolai and Merlin dove into bed with me. We furiously made out all over the bed. Maybe I was stupid for even thinking this since this was only technically my second threesome, but Ripley and Ravyn had no problem discussing their sex lives in graphic detail in front of me when I was still in high school.
“So, this is only my second time having a threesome, but I want to try something.”
“Seriously?” Merlin said, twirling my hair. “Never tell them I said this, but witches throw way better moon orgies than the shifters. You don’t have to deal with mates at witch orgies. Shifters will totally show up to a moon orgy like they will participate and are okay with sharing, but if you make someone scream louder than they do with their mate, they want to fight you. It’s an instant boner killer. I’m an incubus. They literally made me to be good at sex and ballet.”
“You’ve never been to a witch orgy?” Nicolai asked. “Every time Bevan gets an invite, we are miserable assholes about being his plus two.”
